As FPS is a larger genre than the others, one slot from RTS is moving over to FPS, so the number of admins stay the same, just being rearranged.

CJ walked back into his office after his trip around Europe, scouring for new recruits. Germany, Italy, Sweden, Britain…he’d looked all over. Plenty of budding candidates, but he was looking for the one. He expected to see his Colonels busy at work, but his eyes first met the figure of a slumped soldier on his desk. Sco just couldn’t handle his drink. Shaking his head, opposite he saw the usual figure of Battle playing Combat Arms. CJ cleared his throat, but there was no disturbing Battle when he was ingame…

In the next room, there were the familiar voices of Jokaz and Raider arguing over which was better, PS3 or 360. Typical. Rolling his eyes, he walked up behind them and gave them an almighty slap behind the head. They jumped up, startled, and turned and faced him.

“Sir, morning sir!”

“At ease guys. What do you have to report on the Colonel search?”

Jokaz grabbed some files from the desk and shuffled through them.

“Well we travelled everywhere, we looked really hard…there were a few possible candidates”

“We went to Corsica!” Raider chimed in.

“Corsica?”

“Yeh, we went to the beach, saw that singer Alizée perform, had some wine…”

The stern glare that met the comment was enough to stop Raider from speaking, and stand behind Jokaz and his files. Jokaz shuffled some more before sighing, and pointed at Sco.

“He found one that might be worth it…”

He passed a wooden clipboard over to him. CJ took it, nodded, and turned to face Sco…before hurling it at the sleeping soldier. He lept up and squealed, making the other 3 laugh out loud. Even CJ smiled as he walked over to him.

“This guy – is he Echo Force material?” he said, pointing to his notes.